Via Media

Obligatory light blogging warning

Over the next two weeks or so, I’m immersing myself in a pretty big project for the Archdiocese for Military Services. It’s not complicated, but it’s a lot of work that has to be done quickly. I’m glad to do it – it’s a project directed at catechesis for young adults in the military, most of whom have backgrounds of extremely light catechesis and are under a lot of pressure from evangelicals, as well.

So…look for mostly linking not thinking (although I do have a list of 3 or 4 thinking posts I want to get off my chest) for the next two weeks or so. It’s another "Write 30,000 words in 14 days" moment in my life. One of many.

There is nothing I shall wantA couple of weeks ago, a memorial Mass for Michael was held here in Birmingham at the Cathedral. The bishop presided and offered a very nice, even charming homily in which he first focused on the Scripture readings of the day, and then turned to Michael, whom he remembered, among other things, as on

Revolutionary Road - Is it just me?Why am I the only person I know..or even "know" in the Internet sense of "knowing" - who didn't hate it? I didn't love it, either. There was a lot wrong with it. Weak
characterization. Miscasting. Anvil-wielding mentally ill prophets.But here's the thing.Whether or not Yates' original novel in

Books for LentNo, I'm not going to ask you about your Lenten reading lists...although I might.Not today, though. This post is about giving books to others. For Lent, and a long time after that.
You know how it goes during Lent: Prayer, Fasting and Almsgiving, right?Well, here's a worthy recipient for your hard-

Why Via MediaHow about....because I'm lame and hate thinking up titles to things? No?Okay...how about...St. Benedict?
Yes, yes, I know the association with Anglicanism. That wasn't invovled in my purpose in naming the joint, but if draws some Googling Episcopalians, all the better.To tell the truth, you can bl

Brave Heart?I don't know about you, but one of effects of childbirth on me was a compulsion to spill the details. All of them.The whole thing was fascinating to me, so of course I assumed everyone else should be fascinated as well in the recounting of every minute of labor, describing the intensity of discomfor